Page 128 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Sure, he has Zoey, but he doesn’t really love her.

They’re just putting on a good show because they have to. Just like I’d have been forced to do with Lauren if Abi didn’t show me it didn’t have to be that way.

“Stop it. Please,” she begs as Scott stumbles back. His face is already swelling, blood trickling from both his lip and his eyebrow.

“I’m done,” I shout, spittle flying everywhere as I wipe blood from my own chin. “I’m done with you. I’m done with him. I’m done with it all.”

Scott glares at me. He looks like he wants to continue. He fucking can. I’ll go all fucking night if he wants to. But something tells me that he already knows he’s lost.

I hope it fucking hurts.

“You’re going to regret this. You’ll be a no one.”

“Bring it fucking on.”

“And these lot,” he says, throwing his arm in the direction of my boys who are standing behind me. They might not have thrown any punches, but they’re here to fight with me. Fighting for me. “They’ll leave you. They don’t want a friend like you. A friend who walks away from everything good in his life.”

“No, they won’t,” I say confidently, and in silent agreement, all three of them stop closer. “They’re my family. You’re… nothing.”

“No,” a soft voice cries before footsteps move closer and a small body presses up against my side.

When I look over, I find all the girls have joined us.

A united force.

“We’re family. All of us. And we don’t need anything else,” Abi says firmly, once again standing up for me without fear.

This girl.

This fucking girl. She’s something else.

“Fine,” Scott says, looking between each of us. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Without another word, he spins around and stumbles away.

The sound of the front door slamming behind him rips through the Chapel a second before Abi falls apart.

“Shit,” I gasp, wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tight as pain sears through my body. “It’s okay, Red. I’m okay.”

Long minutes pass as she trembles and sobs against me.

Everyone else moves around us as if we’re not there as they tidy up and get to grips with what just happened.

“Shh, everything is okay. It’s over, baby. It’s just you and me now.”

It takes her a second to register the words, but the moment she does, she pulls her face from my chest and looks up at me through tear-filled eyes.

“Are you sure it’s what you want?” she whispers brokenly.

I smile down at her, wincing when my lip cracks open.“More than anything, Red. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Okay, love birds. As cute as this is, someone needs to clean Elliot up before he stains his precious flagstone floor,” Oak teases.

A frown appears across Abigail’s forehead as if she’s only just seeing me for the first time. “Oh my God, Elliot, your face.”

“It’s nothing. I can barely feel it.”

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